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734 Scaena Secunda.
735 Enter Prince, Poynes, and Peto.
737Horse, and he frets like a gum'd Veluet.
739 Enter Falstaffe.
740Fal. Poines, Poines, and be hang'd Poines.
742dost thou keepe.
743Fal. What Poines. Hal?
745him.
748where. If I trauell but foure foot by the squire further a
749foote, I shall breake my winde. Well, I doubt not but
751ling that Rogue, I haue forsworne his company hourely
752any time this two and twenty yeare, & yet I am bewitcht
753with the Rogues company. If the Rascall haue not giuen
754me medicines to make me loue him, Ile behang'd; it could
755not be else: I haue drunke Medicines. Poines, Hal, a
756Plague vpon you both. Bardolph, Peto: Ile starue ere I
757rob a foote further. And 'twere not as good a deede as to
758drinke, to turne True-man, and to leaue these Rogues, I
759am the veriest Varlet that euer chewed with a Tooth.
760Eight yards of vneuen ground, is threescore & ten miles
761afoot with me: and the stony-hearted Villaines knowe it
762well enough. A plague vpon't, when Theeues cannot be
763true one to another. They Whistle.
764Whew: a plague light vpon you all. Giue my Horse you
765Rogues: giue me my Horse, and be hang'd.
766Prin. Peace ye fat guttes, lye downe, lay thine eare
768Trauellers.
769Fal. Haue you any Leauers to lift me vp again being
771for all the coine in thy Fathers Exchequer. What a plague
772meane ye to colt me thus?
775good Kings sonne.
778Garters: If I be tane, Ile peach for this: and I haue not
781too, I hate it.
782 Enter Gads-hill.
783Gad. Stand.
785Poin. O 'tis our Setter, I know his voyce:
786Bardolfe, what newes?
788mony of the Kings comming downe the hill, 'tis going
789to the Kings Exchequer.
790Fal. You lie you rogue, 'tis going to the Kings Tauern.
791Gad. There's enough to make vs all.
792Fal. To be hang'd.
795counter, then they light on vs.
796Peto. But how many be of them?
797Gad. Some eight or ten.
798Fal. Will they not rob vs?
799Prin. What, a Coward Sir Iohn Paunch?
800Fal. Indeed I am not Iohn of Gaunt your Grandfather;
801but yet no Coward, Hal.
802Prin. Wee'l leaue that to the proofe.
811 Enter Trauellers.
813downe the hill: Wee'l walke a-foot a while, and ease our
814Legges.
815Theeues. Stay.
817Fal. Strike down with them, cut the villains throats;
818a whorson Caterpillars: Bacon-fed Knaues, they hate vs
819youth; downe with them, fleece them.
820Tra. O, we are vndone, both we and ours for euer.
821Fal. Hang ye gorbellied knaues, are you vndone? No
823cons, on, what ye knaues? Yong men must liue, you are
824Grand Iurers, are ye? Wee'l iure ye ifaith.
825Heere they rob them, and binde them. Enter the
826Prince and Poines.
827Prin. The Theeues haue bound the True-men: Now
828could thou and I rob the Theeues, and go merily to Lon-
829don, it would be argument for a Weeke, Laughter for a
830Moneth, and a good iest for euer.
832 Enter Theeues againe.
834before day: and the Prince and Poynes bee not two ar-
835rand Cowards, there's no equity stirring. There's no moe
836valour in that Poynes, than in a wilde Ducke.
837Prin. Your money.
838Poin. Villaines.
839 As they are sharing, the Prince and Poynes set vpon them.
840 They all run away, leauing the booty behind them.
843ly, that they dare not meet each other: each takes his fel-
845death, and Lards the leane earth as he walkes along: wer't
846not for laughing, I should pitty him.
847Poin. How the Rogue roar'd.
Exeunt.